What Da Fuck
Исполнитель: Frukwan f Lady Tigra
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[Frukwan]<br>Check it... yo..<br>Instead of beat a brother`s head off for half the rent<br>Half percent, brothers need to all get bent<br>Whips and gold to hold to a master flow<br>Rollin` with the G.O., these deeds for Castro<br>Competition far from close, rip and roast<br>Flip ducks on the skillet, feel it?<br>1-0-5th, the hood, only if the weed was good<br>Roll it up, make it last like I`m puffin` the past<br>Gaze beyond, where I`m from, brothers don`t bargain<br>Gods on the grid like Murtogh`s and Riggs<br>If you don`t give a fuck, then you know what`s up<br>Cock D.O.D`s, with or without the nuts<br>Steady riot, heavy flow, East crush a ghetto delux<br>Muthafucker, what? Bum rush ya<br><br>Codeine ice breath, flexin` my biceps<br>Fuck with me, put your ass forever to sleep<br>Yo..<br><br>[Chorus: Frukwan]<br>What da fuck is wrong with you?<br>What da fuck you gonna do?<br>What da fuck is wrong with you?<br>I`ll bust your ass and cap your crew<br><br>[Frukwan]<br>Ssssss..<br>Yo, blind fury, whatever the force, I`ll shake it off<br>Evidence I weight, ghetto cap backs and broth<br>Grew up, a teaspoon, overdose off jams<br>Hot watch, plenty of beats, shots of miligrams<br>Stone roller, head up, a shot release<br>Stay gritty, Black Lordz runnin` the whole city<br>B-Ball and rampage when I rip the stage<br>Part the Red Sea with a pump and a gauge<br>Niggaz wanna tailgate, then chase the bait<br>Black spider, drop brothers like a low rider<br>Lashin` my whip, watch brothers abandon ship<br>What the fuck`s so new, about the shit I do?<br>Chargin` cats to breeze, palm M.C.`s<br>Catch you with mines, niggaz doin` serious time<br>Pick up from where I left and cross the globe<br>Represent E.N.Y., until I die... what?!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Frukwan]<br>Yo, I spit the live shit, divide the jewels<br>Rave reviews, the nuts on my prosecute<br><br>[Lady Tigra]<br>Midwest be the place where I rest<br>No time for the stress, yeah I get sit on with the best<br>Talk shit, nigga, I hit`s the chest<br>Yeah, I smoke Philly blunts, nigga, with the best, what?<br>Hard hittin`, cigar splittin`, now I`m driftin`<br>Hustle just for days, new ways to get paid<br>Them niggaz on the blunt, serve weight<br>Turnin` bricks, nigga, into cash in a day<br>Check it -- one man suicide, another man`s brief<br>If you bow down, nigga, you will self defeat<br>Talk is cheap, nigga, show the actions that you speak<br>I know the game plan to a T, street choke<br>Niggaz can`t survive on these streets<br>You can feel the words that I say through this beat<br>This hip hop music be the code for the streets<br>My Chi-Town niggaz represent for the streets, what?<br><br>[Chorus 2X]